"Don't worry, everything would be
alright" said my mum as I gave her yet another worried
look.

"Ok love we're taking you through
now", I was told, as my bed began to roll out of the room.

The pale coloured walls of the
hospital corridor became narrow each second, as the trolley was
slowly being pushed through. Staff passed by, people were blurs;
I never felt as much fear as I felt at that moment. I was going
into the operating theatre, I was going into surgery. What if
they left something inside me? What if the anaesthesia wears off
mid-surgery, but the paralysis doesn't? I would be flooding in
pain, but be disabled from screaming out. What if they decide to
mess with my insides, rearrange it, just for fun? The questions
drilled my head and made my heart pound fast and louder than it
has ever done before in my entire life.

After the shortest journey, maybe
less than a minute, I came under a multitude of bright lights, I
couldn't even see due to the white-spots blinding my eyes. I was
covered in gowns and sheets; the whole thing was a confusing
mess. I remember seeing two bright green eyes smiling down at me.
How can eyes smile? I could just feel it. Then I entered a blank
nothingness for a while.

The next thing I remember was
feeling a stabbing pain in stomach. The pain was intense torture.
I couldn't move anything, I couldn't even open my eyes. I could
feel immense pain in my abdomen. I could feel the blood spurting
out, I could feel them using their machines to vacuum my blood. I
witnessed it all, horrified by my luck. How can u fear something
so badly, then the worst possible scenario actually come true? To
top it all, they were having a casual talk or joke now and again,
whilst holding my insides in their hands. I don't know if I felt
more scared or more angry because the pain was enough as it was,
I wanted to throw up so badly.

After a very long time or so it
seemed, one of the staff screamed out, tears were pouring out my
eyes; my eyes were watering from the pain. The room's occupants
went from casual to frantic. My arm was gripped with force and a
sharp object punctured my skin fiercely. Someone came and opened
my eyelids, and I saw those bright green eyes once more, before
passing into blank slumber.

I next awoke in a ward. I was
placed in a room with five other beds, most of the other patients
were asleep. It was mid-afternoon by the look of the daylight
flooding through the rare window in the room. I searched the ward
for those green eyes once more, but they were nowhere to be seen.
A nurse came by; she told me my surgery was done a few hours
ago.

My appendix was out. I felt my
stomach, it didn't feel very empty, it felt the same. It didn't
even hurt in fact. I used my hands to feel it, to check whether
anything was out of place, I felt a rough piece of skin, like
soft raw meat with a piece of wire through it. I lifted the
flatsheet so I could examine my scar properly. Just as I lifted
my nightie to inspect, I heard a dry cough. I quickly put my
nightie down and looked up. Those green eyes had arrived, finally
and I was drowning in them.

It was the trainee surgeon, he
explained about the anaesthesia complication, typical. Apparently
there was a confusion about the whole thing, he explained that in
few rare cases this sort of thing happens. I knew this would
happen; I have such bad luck with everything. Still, I felt there
was something about those eyes, there was a special magic in them
but I didn't know what. There was some connection, why was I
drawn into them so? Before he left I peered down at his
ring-finger, then silently waved him goodbye.

I called the nurse to draw my
curtains so I could the damage to my lower abdomen. It was a tiny
scar, in the shape of a heart, signature of the smiling green
eyes. I looked up hoping to see them once more, but I knew that
was the last time.